The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The king was dead. The bees knew it before the bells did. They hung in the air like grey dust, refusing to land. Walter stood on the balcony. He held a glass of wine. The liquid was red. It looked like blood. He did not drink. He watched the swarm. The court was below. They were quiet. The silence was heavy. It pressed against his eardrums. "Is he gone?" a voice asked. Walter did not turn....

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